DECEMBER 21, 2009
My imagination conjured a frog desperate to return to his home and family, but trapped in a surreal world of artificially-cold air, very little dirt, ostensibly no available water, and precious few bugs to eat. Before I could even process his presence and figure out what to do, I heard the scrapes of Emily’s paws on her litter box in the guest room bathroom. He started frolicking with abandon in the dried green moss at the base of Bob, our resident Spathophylum. Kermie.